Light On The Hill Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let Thursday pass,
U-nderneath the skyway;
L-et the dark night turn
I-nto a lovely Friday.
E-vening shadows disappear, so does the twilight;
T-hirtieth December brings early beacon burning bright.

F-og, haze, smoke, and mist
A-re all nowhere in view;
J-ust let the morning break,
A-iming to gladden the blue.
R-ise of the sun begins,
D-enying the cold chill;
O-pen your eyes and look at the light on the hill.